I’m Bushed

I was born under a bad sign

the future is no longer mine

I’m bushed

I’m broken, bankrupt and I’m busted

badly misunderstood

banish me from my own good

and before I begin

some bowdlerisation

and before the day I die

I’d just like to say

and to end this conversation

goodnight from him

and from me

bye bye

Copyright 2013